Rebirth of Urban Comprehension

Chapter 47
Hua Yingheng, a ghostly talent in the Chinese film industry, is as famous as Zhang Yimou and other masters.However, although his artistic ideas are uncanny and unconstrained, they seem not to be favored by the big names in business operations.Therefore, he first played for the Emperor, and then switched to Tianyu, but he still lingered in the position of a ghost, without any significant breakthrough.

Since Murong Qingya mentioned this character, Zhou Yi has investigated his information closely, and now he is not very familiar with his character and philosophy, but he is confident.

The palm under the cuff waved slightly and secretly, and a gust of wind blew out. The next second, Hua Yingheng's black suit pocket was shocked by the air force, and an item fell out.

Zhou Yi in the back flashed a faint smile, bent down to pick up the photo that had fallen to the white floor, patted Hua Yingheng's arm and said, "Mr. Hua, you lost something."

Hua Yingheng turned around in surprise when he heard that, revealing the hairy stubble on his chin.With haggard eyes with bloodshot eyes and slightly swollen jawbone, he looked at Zhou Yi, a young man he had never met, with some doubts, and thought: I didn't carry anything with me today, how could it fall?

Zhou Yi raised the photo in his hand, smiled and said, "Isn't this Mr. Hua's? I saw it slip off your shirt with my own eyes."

Hua Yingheng's eyes turned to the photo, and he touched the pocket of his suit with a surprised expression: "Hey, what's going on, such a deep pocket, how could it be lost?"

Zhou Yi stretched out his hand to pass the photo over, glanced at it, and said with a smile, "I don't know why, but I just saw it slipped down suddenly, so I picked it up by the way, and Mr. Hua put it away."

"Oh, thank you so much, little brother, I didn't realize it before, thank you so much." Hua Yingheng hurriedly took the photo and bowed to thank you.

Zhou Yi saw that his expression was quite excited, and his behavior did not hold the style of a master craftsman. He secretly wondered, and said modestly: "It's a small effort, what's the point, the cute little girl in the photo is Mr. Hua's daughter?"

Hua Yingheng took the dazzled photo with beautiful flower prints, and his eyes showed a loving expression. He looked at the little girl in the photo who wore two little red flowers on her hair, was dressed in a princess costume, and had bright black eyes. Sighing, she nodded and said, "Yes, she is my seven-year-old daughter."

"Mr. Hua seems to be worried?" Zhou Yi noticed that he was sighing, his expression was worried and desolate, which did not match the dignified and majestic demeanor shown in the images on the Internet, and his heart was full of doubts.

Hua Yingheng's thick callused hands slowly stroked her daughter's pink and jade-carved face in the photo, her face was full of vicissitudes of life, and her voice was a little hoarse, "There are unpredictable things in the sky, and people have their own days and nights." Misfortune, maybe this is fate, alas." He sighed bitterly, his eyes fell back to his daughter's image, his face was full of helplessness and loss.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Yi's heart moved, and he sighed, "Mr. Hua, what kind of ordeal did your daughter encounter? Such a beautiful little girl, the sky has no eyes, it's too cruel."

Hua Yingheng stared blankly at Zhou Yi, maybe felt his sincerity, not hypocrisy, and couldn't help confiding in sorrow: "My little girl is seriously ill, and there is no cure for it. I'm sorry for her father's incompetence, she is only seven years old, and she has suffered a terrible tragedy before she has truly experienced life, what a pity."

He shook his head lightly and sighed, his bloodshot eyes moistened.A generation of ghostly talents who guided the film industry now seemed lonely and helpless, desolate and sad, without the slightest look to control the world.Obviously, he was extremely worried about his daughter's condition.

Zhou Yi's brain power was running like electricity, and the keen insight of a cultivator made him empathize with Hua Yingheng's state of mind. After a little pondering, he probably guessed what was going on. After pondering for a while, he said: "Mr. What disease can't be cured by such advanced and high-end technology in the world?"

Hua Yingheng glanced at him sadly, and shook his head, "The ancient proverb says that people can conquer the sky, but who in the past and present can truly live against the sky? The mysteries of life are endless, and the laws of nature are complex and complex. Nothing to do."

While speaking, she put her daughter's photo into the pocket of her jacket, then zipped it up and sealed it, and finally patted the inner pocket to ensure that the photo would not fall out again, then said in a deep voice, "Ling'er suffers from congenital blood cancer, He has undergone several treatments at the Blood Cancer Research Institute of Fuzhou University in the United States, but nothing has worked. Now he can only be sent back to China to resign himself to his fate. One more day is a day. Even the top research institutes have nothing to do. What can we do about it? "

Hua Yingheng sighed after a while, as a father, how sad it is to see his daughter getting weaker and paler, but helpless?How sad?
"Blood cancer, leukemia?" Zhou Yi heard in his ears, and thought to himself, "It's just that the invisible meridians in the spleen and liver have been damaged, which makes blood circulation unfavorable, resulting in stagnation of meridians and disorder of the five elements, so why is it difficult to cure? "If it is in the cultivation world, the body can be reshaped by turning it into powder, and some physical problems are simply scratching the surface, not worth mentioning, and it is not as serious as ordinary people imagine.

Thinking of this, he used to draw a deep smile, pretending to be deep in thought, and then said to Hua Yingheng: "Modern technology is ineffective, Mr. Hua has not tried some natural treatments such as Qigong Danshu?" His eyes lit up Deep light.

"Qigong? Alchemy? These things are illusory. I only read ancient books. Can they cure diseases?" Hua Yingheng was still depressed, with a deep expression on his face.He sought medical treatment everywhere, traveled all over the world, but he still couldn't cure his daughter's illness, and his heart really tended to despair.Although Zhou Yi's proposal is novel, can the cancer that countless chemotherapy and surgery are helpless, really get rid of it through some methods of nourishing qi and self-cultivation?
Zhou Yi captured Hua Yingheng's expression, and smiled slightly: "If Mr. Hua has any doubts, you can give it a try. It's always better than waiting for nothing."

Hua Yingheng stared deeply at Zhou Yi. After decades of vicissitudes and vicissitudes, seeing through the hustle and bustle, his mood was as firm as a pillar, and he was rarely moved by foreign objects. He only said solemnly: "Little brother seems to have a plan in his chest? Have you ever seen such a magical secret recipe?"

Zhou Yi glanced around the increasingly complex line of celebrities and big names in the passage, and said, "Hehe, can Mr. Hua take a moment to talk? There are so many people here, why don't we find a secluded place to talk slowly."

Hua Yingheng's bloodshot pupils froze slightly, two sharp eyes burst out, and a steady and upright aura emanated invisible. He quickly appraised Zhou Yi with sideways eyes, and said calmly: "Dare to ask the little brother's name? How can you recognize Hua? So, have we met before?"

Zhou Yi knew his instinctive vigilance, so he didn't take it seriously, Yun Danfeng smiled lightly and said, "Boy Zhou Yi, came to Hong Kong from Beijing specially, and wanted to talk to Mr. Hua about some things, I wonder if Mr. Hua would show his face?"

"Are you looking for me specifically?" Hua Yingheng stared at Zhou Yi in surprise.

"This is my business card. Mr. Hua may understand why I came today after looking at it." Zhou Yi handed over a business card and said with a smile: "Of course, if Mr. Hua is willing to believe that Ling Qianjin's illness, maybe I There is a cure."

Hua Yingheng took the business card, glanced up, and muttered in a low voice: "Shihwa Group, Zhou Yi" then raised his head in surprise, "Are you the chairman of Shinhwa Group?"

"It's not a famous person, so there's no need to impersonate, right?" Zhou Yi shrugged with a smile.

Hua Yingheng was furious, stared at Zhou Yi, and muttered: "Young Master Zhou, is there really a way to cure my daughter's illness?"

"I haven't observed Ling Ai's situation, so I can't say it's [-]% sure, but I'm sure." Zhou Yi understood that this was the key question, and answered sternly.

Hua Yingheng changed his desolate demeanor, looked directly into Zhou Yi's eyes with solemn and deep eyes for a few seconds, and then exhaled a long breath, with a calm expression, and said: "If Zhou Shao can cure the little girl's illness, Hua is willing to do it for you." Through fire."

Zhou Yi's eyes flashed, and he said with a smile: "Mr. Hua is serious, this time I come to Hong Kong, but I think Mr. Hua can give me a clear way, how dare I think about it?"

"Young Master Zhou is really extraordinary." Hua Yingheng flicked the piece of paper in his hand, a relaxed smile finally appeared on his sad face, "Tell me, what Hua can do for you."

"Haha, Mr. Hua is refreshing, but this is not the place to talk, why don't we go in first and have a cup of tea, tonight's banquet seems to be very lively." Zhou Yi lightly ignored the passing notes of the actresses beside him. With a wide range of spiritual knowledge, Zhou Yi discovered a few wine and meat friends that Zhou Yi made before, showing a playful smile.

"That's it, please, Mr. Zhou." Hua Yingheng smiled meaningfully, his demeanor was elegant and calm, and his expression was much happier.

"Well, Mr. Hua, please." Zhou Yi patted the dust on the corner of his clothes lightly, nodded friendly to the few superstar singers who had been popular for more than ten years with their real strength, and responded with a friendly smile. Cooperate with Hua Yingheng and slowly enter the hall.

(End of this chapter)